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I take her frail hand in mine and help her down onto the step stool

She nods as if to say, That’s true “Don’t you know anyone who has a place to let?”

“You mean try to find a house to sublease? Aunt Myrtle, it’s the beginning of the school year—there’s no way anyone has a roo”

“You won’t know until you try Don’t you know anyone? Not a single soul?”

I do, but no one I want to live with Jeremy and his buddies live in fraternity houses on Greek row, and those are the only guys I knoell enough to potentially live with Considering fraternities are members only, that’s not an option

Together, Aunt Myrtle and I hobble toward the door, her little shoes squeaking the entire way, and I glance down at theown she’s donning that happens to be plastered with the i’s face—a Bichon Frise nae

Aunt Myrtle saw the caftans on a reality TV show and insisted on having one reen, and blush pink

The stacked bangles on her wrist clink as she gripsthe sidewalk for cracks

She is really so else

“I know people,” I say defensively “I just don’t know anyone I can ht, soht now that she’s voiced my exact mindset out loud I really should move out

Besides, studying in this house is virtually i into my room whenever he feels like it—he is such a pain in my ass

Nor can I sit at the library for hours on end knowing s forboth sides of the line

Half in, half out—I have to choose

And if I ive uilt when I’e without me; e Aunt Myrtle without me